Chapter 68

I turn back to see who has such a laughter, and I can see Britney. I never knew she could laugh so similar to a witch, and the realisation seems to elicit some sort of humor in me.

"Don't tell me a girl beat you up this bad?" I say looking to Scott, and the obvious disdain that he so evidently portrays at my suggestion shows in every curve of the snare that replaces his calm look from before.

I can see he's not staring at me, he's sneering at someone by Britney side, someone who when I look closely now, also has a split lip and is wearing a sultry sorry expression. I look at the face of one of the most cutest and handsome boys in school, only one that would certainly be at least a close rival to Eras more than any other boy would be in this school.

He also has that calm face upon him, he has those handsome features that would make girls drool, as I have no doubt he has been making, and I'm pretty sure if not for my relationship with Aaron, Oliver would have been my second choice.

We never seem to have any classes together, and so I don't know much about him, every little thing I know it's basically based on gossip and I find myself marveling at the extent to which gossip can inform you.

I don't consider myself that much of a gossip, but I listen in on conversations and I believe once when I was one social and had friends other than my brother, and best friend, I also engaged in a little bit of gossip myself.

Oliver is the basic handsome rich kid who doesn't seem to have any worries in the world. He has three elder brothers who have also passed through the school, and which proves my point that the school seems to be some haven for popular spoilt rich kids.

He loves painting and art, and from the sultry look he's directing our way, I'm pretty sure he's the one who has been beaten up by my brother. That thoughts seems to hold itself in my mind, as I look and mentally compare the build of both boys. Oliver is definitely more muscled than Scott as he has that sexy vibe around him, but Scott with all his slender and lithe muscled frame can also hold himself in a fight.

My mind can't seem to come to a conclusion as to whom beat up who, but one thing is for sure, they had gotten into a fight with each other. "So what exactly have you guys been fighting about?" I ask and Scott gives me a bored look, like the one I had been giving both of them for the past thirty minutes now, and Oakley bursts out laughing.

It seems he nails the imitation of me perfectly and I can see a smile play by the side of his lips.

"We weren't fighting over anything" he replies and I grin at the impossibility of that. What would make you have a split lip if you weren't fighting over anything.